The Rose He Killed novel Chapter 172

Chapter 156: Honeymoon Day Eleven-2

I was cutting mango when he came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck

“Caleb,

“Mm.”

“I’m cutting fruit.”

“The fruit can wait.”

“You said that a few days ago about tomatoes.”

“And the tomatoes were fine,” he said, against my neck. “They waited beautifully.”

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I set the knife down and turned in his arms and looked at him – this man who had fallen out of a kayak twice today and was currently standing in a kitchen on a private island being unreasonably attractive about mangoes – and felt the full complicated warmth of the day sitting in my chest alongside the thing I hadn’t said yet.

“I love you,” I said.

He looked at me for a moment. “I know,” he said, and then: “That came out of nowhere.”

“It didn’t,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Then why wait until the mango to say it?”

“I was waiting for the right moment.”

“And the mango was the right moment.”

“The mango was the right moment,” I confirmed.

He smiled – then kissed me, soft and warm, and then rested his forehead against mine. “I love you too,” he said. “I have loved you through kayak disasters and dinner and this specific mango and a frankly unreasonable number of other things and I will continue to do so indefinitely.”

”

I laughed into his shoulder as he held me, all of a sudden he lifted me effortlessly, one arm under my knees and the other around my back as I squeaked in surprise.

Caleb, what are you doing?” I asked, still laughing as he carried me toward the bedroom.

“This is our last day,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Let’s make it count.”

He laid me on the bed and kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding hot and wet against mine. His hands moved over my body, stripping away my clothes until I was completely naked as he undressed himself.

He kissed down my neck to my breasts, sucking one stiff n****e into his mouth while his tongue flicked and circled it. He moved to the other breast, licking the soft underside before sucking hard again, making

me moan.

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Chapter 156 Honeymoon Day Eleven-2

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He spread iny thighs and lowered his head between them. His warm tongue licked slowly up my p***y, Tasting me, then circled my swollen clit with firm strokes. I gasped as he sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it fast while two thick fingers pushed inside my slick heat, pumping steadily. Pleasure built quickly. I came hard, crying out his name, my p***y clenching and squeezing around his fingers.

Caleb rose over me, his thick c**k hard and leaking. He pushed inside me slowly, stretching my p***y inch by inch until he was buried deep. He fucked me with long, deep thrusts – slow and unhurried, grinding against my clit with every stroke. I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting each thrust, moaning louder as the pleasure grew.

He kept the rhythm steady and intense, kissing me deeply while he moved inside me. I came again, screaming into his mouth, my p***y squeezing his c**k in strong pulses. Only then did his thrusts become harder. He groaned low as he came, filling me with hot, thick spurts of cum.

Afterward I lay with my head on his chest, his arm around me, the sound of the sea drifting through the open wall. I felt everything at once – happiness, warmth, and the quiet certainty of what I was carrying that I still hadn’t told him about.

I traced a finger over his chest and smiled. “Bro, you got a lot of sexual stamina for real.”

Caleb winked, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “I’m keeping to my word.”

I laughed and poked his side. “My poor fruit was abandoned just like the tomatoes. Left on the counter, all alone and neglected.”

He chuckled, pulling me closer. “The mangoes will survive. They always do when I’m busy with something better.”

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